PRONOUNS

I’M THINKING ABOUT YOUS

One wonders about the I and you

How deictic you are

As opposed to him, her and it

Who are referred to by name and noun

Generating a linguistic frown

Maybe I’m the clown

Who rhymes across the line

Condemned to speak to himself

Of anaphoric niceties

Thinking of you

Quoting the ego and id, how do you do?

Now that you have a name

From your mother and father

The blossom on our family tree

We love thee

In old English and new

In languages known by few

Nothing is real but you

Who lives happily

And cries sometimes

We all come and go

Dressed as clichés

Justified by metaphors

Nothing to say

Admiring your fine art for art’s sake

One day, one lucky day

Your dream will come my way

Sweet fruit from the tree

Leaves turning to gold in autumn

Sleeping without having to get up in the morning

Holding you

Until the sun melts the ice

Swimming in an ocean of love and affection

Never drowning

Always floating on air

Once a year

In the glare of the electric light

We are presented to the court

Sentenced to life

Without those without names like yours

Then again, if I may say so myself

Who knows what I know

The whys and wherefores

The random events

My evolution without much revolution

I hope for thee

To have a future better than me

As all good parents say

Sorry for all I did wrong

No credit for all we did right

I hope for thee too, select mankind

You miserable assemblage of leeches

You torturers

Of bodies and human spirits

You destroyers of the nameless

If they ever touch you

Let me know

And I will destroy them in turn

Agonizing eternally

Like Sisyphus

Or so I wish

Speaking as one without power

Without the magic wand

Without the means to an end

Only fetching water from the wishing well

I give it to you in a crystal glass

Sparkling fresh

Quenching your thirst for more

Let’s raise our spirits and drink to you

Power to the people

Only you, you alone

Without me, him and her

Without the burden of history

You will soar

High above the sky across the universe

Not negatively inspired by Cynthia

If you know what I mean

Culling lines from 69

When we were alive

Singing the lines John Lennon wrote

Now in the evening of my time

I dedicate to you all I have learnt

From you – and him and her

Repeating the chorus

Raging against the daylight

I wish you well in your Bettgestell

Joking in languages unknown

Time to go, Friday afternoon

Face the music, join the office crowd

Work like a slave to live for me and you

What does it matter

The rain is falling on a sunny day

You look at me from the picture frame

Ever so quizzical

I’ll tell you all about it - Tuesday